Snippet #1469400

"Shit."

It was the only word that entered Duran's mind as the flaming lamia disappeared. He was sure he had the upper hand, since he had been informed that The Children had none. There were a few possibilities that crossed his mind. They had either learned magic or they had enlisted itm. This was no time to think about who was flinging the spells, however. Duran was beginning to smell charred flesh, and a thought occurred: If a human could smell a burning cultist, a wolf would undoubtedly smell one. No sooner than he realized this did the cultist reappear only to be cut to ribbons by one of the orcs from the legion. Immediately, Goma set Duran on edge as she turned around and started barking at a couple of incoming cultists.

"They're everywhere." Duran thought out loud.

They were coming from all angles as far Duran could tell; the forest, the grass, even from the sky it seemed. There were dead and dying in all directions, casualties on both sides, but it looked bad for the legion. Realistically assuming that The Children didn't keep prisoners, they would probably all be dead in five or so minutes. No sooner had he thought about their remaining life expectancy did the captain yell,

"We're leaving! Thirty seconds to prepare for the translocation!"

Duran turned just in time to see Wrath tap the insignia on the armor, going from a red glow to a blue one. He immediately slapped his armor, and quickly leaned to Goma and tapped her underside to make sure it would work for her too. Duran was glad that he had thought so far as to equip him wolf with a set of the armor.

From this point on, the battle was not about winning or losing, but simply surviving. He had to live long enough for whatever magic that was going to happen actually did happen. His spell for fog immediately crossed his mind. If he blanketed the area, it would provide some cover for him and his fellow legionnaires. There were several potential complications, and Duran weighed them as quickly as he could in his mind.

If he did indeed drop a blanket of fog, everybody inside would be well protected from the sight of anybody outside; Legionnaires wouldn't get good shots at the Children inside, but the opposite was also true in the case of any spellcasters that may be left on the Children's side. Anyone inside the fog would not only be unable to see out, but see much farther than their own hand in front of their face while inside. With any luck, his fellow legionnaires would catch on, and would use the fog to evade any enemies for as long as they could until the translocation was ready.

He focused his gaze on the couple of incoming cultists as he invoked nature to come to his aid.

"Clouds to earth, from sky to ground, obscure the sight of those around!"

Immediately, a wall of thick fog erupted from beneath Duran and began to billow outwards and started to grow. It would take a moment to completely envelop the area, and Duran kept his spear and shield up to prepare for the worst as the distance closed between him and the two cultists.